What I think is that if you ever were in jail I would bust you out, especially if you were in for going over on your cell minutes. What I'd do is tattoo your name across my chest so that if I went down everyone would know what I stood for, and then fly a helicopter right into the excersise yard during "outdoor time", guns blazing, dressed like John Rambo in camo pants and boots and a tank top with a huge fuck-off knife strapped to my leg. I'd jump out of the chopper with it still idling, grab you up with one arm and toss you into the back where you'd man the rear gun as I lifted off and flew us to South America and freedom where we'd live happily ever after with the natives, wearing leather loinclothes and feeding the birds in the trees.
